THAT ballyhooed hoo-ha about Paul McCartney marrying New Yorker Nancy Shevell? I don’t think so. I somehow severely do not think so. Of course I could be wrong. I could be. But even Vegas oddsmakers figure, in this particular horserace, my track record makes me the favorite. So, let nobody rush to buy a dress for the Sir Paul and Sir-ess Nancy wedding yet.

STEPHEN Humphrey Bogart is soon to star in a courtroom drama. The New Jerseyite is suing Moda Entertainment, claiming he worked there three years and they owe him money big-time.

Per court papers: “He’s the son of Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall, and has numerous contacts within the classic Hollywood community as well as a wealth of knowledge and experience regarding Hollywood.” His duties were “to utilize best efforts exclusively on behalf of Moda” – like creating a radio show, producing a magazine, promoting script sales – plus managing the name and likeness of his late movie star father.

It says, “Once Bogart fed to Moda contacts and his sources . . . Bogart was increasingly excluded” from Moda’s business and creative decisions. Then comes accusations of whistle-blowing and physical violence and – surprise! surprise! – it says “the environment became increasingly hostile.”

His lawyer, Linda Kenney Baden, has lobbed five counts against them including “assault” and “breach of contract.”

QUESTION: What do you call 40 guys sitting and watching the Super Bowl on TV?

Answer: The Giants.

NOTE to Sasha and Malia, who had an election-night personal Jonas Brothers concert in the White House: In June comes the Berkley paperback “Jonas Brothers: Inside Their World.” It’s wowee 100 color photos and quizzes and “scoop” . . . And come July, Obsidian is chucking out “Mr. Monk and the Dirty Cop” by “Monk” creator Andy Breckman. Tony Shalhoub‘s on the cover . . . And Newmarket’s shoving out yet another Lincoln thing – “The Words of Abraham Lincoln.” Please, can’t we give Abe a rest? This guy hasn’t said anything new in months.

YOU know about “Blithe Spirit,” right? Written by Noel Coward in 1941. Being revived on Broadway. Produced by Jeffrey Richards, who’s now behind so many productions that Paterson should stick him in charge of New York’s budget. The play stars Angela Lansbury, Rupert Everett and Christine Ebersole as The Ghost.

Desiring accuracy on all things spectral, a call went out for psychics, mediums (media??) and whoever can see into the future, the beyond, the whatever. An audition at Sardi’s drew 25 tea leaf, tarot card, crystal ball and palm readers. Figures – if they could really predict stuff, they’d know who’d be picked, right? And Paula Roberts, a Celt from the Spiritualist Association of Great Britain who’d given herself a reading that morning and “knew I’d be picked,” was.

I know Paula a lifetime. She tells me she’s read everyone’s charts. Rupert’s Gemini, Angela’s Libra, Christine is Pisces, all’s “in harmony” and the play will be a hit.

MAY 2007 I reported diet doctor Robert Atkins’ widow Veronica, who struggles along on $25 million a year, lives in Florida and remarried. He’s Alexis Mersentes. At that time, officers of the doctor’s trust – which the newlyweds petitioned for $100 mil – sued Veronica and Alexis, taking a closer look at Palm Beach society fixture Alexis. Court papers alleged he has a reputation for hunting rich and single ladies, preferably widows.

At that time, I also reported on a lady named Ildiko Varga, who knows lots, who was his previous girlfriend and who’d hired lawyer Michael J. Griffith because she was to be involved as a witness. This legal action is still playing out.

Fade-in, fade-out. Ildiko’s million-plus lawsuit against Alexis has just been filed in the 15th Judicial Circuit Court, Palm Beach County. Her papers call nice Alexis “an opportunist skilled in the art of seduction.” They say that after he wed the widow, he told Ildiko that Veronica was “an idiot.” He referred to his marriage as “a business.” He said he “hated having sexual relations with” his wife.

In the court papers, Ildiko also claims he handed substantial cash to her, money he got from Veronica, and allegedly promised, after his “score” with Veronica, to eventually marry Ildiko.

As a sidebar in these court papers, she also charges Alexis with a little forgery and the rude habit of filming their intimate moments without her knowledge and that this film somehow subsequently got “disseminated.”

READER Martin Newbrief: If Clay Aiken teamed with John Payne, they’d be Aiken-Payne. And if you crossed a Scotch terrier with a water dog, would it be a scotch and water dog? Yeah, good boy, Marty, now sit . . . stay . . .